Eventide,
The slowly setting sun
Says one more goodbye,
The day is done.
Soon morning comes
But, where is the sun?
Dark clouds cover the sky.
Today no birds sing
Nor shall they fly,
The weather wet
With a chill,
The rains have arrived
With a mission to fulfill;
Together with sun
Life to give,
Without both,
Nothing could ever live.
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